A/N: Dedicated to the men and women who risk their lives every day to protect others.

Chapter 51: Flynn to the rescue

Based off Fiery Flynn by Sharon Miller

One day Flynn was resting at the Search and Rescue Center. Unlike Belle, his fire engine can't pull rolling stock, so he spends most of his time waiting for an emergency to occur. He doesn't mind, however. He knows that his job is very important, and he doesn't let what others say about him get to his mind.

A few minutes later Arry and Bert drove a train into the yards. They were very tired and very hot, having worked all morning. Flynn saw them and smiled. Although he knew that they were rude to steam engine drivers and anyone who was friends with them, he still tried to be civil towards them.

"Morning Arry, morning Bert," he said kindly, "Beautiful morning, isn't it?"

Arry and Bert just glared at him.

"You wouldn't think it was so beautiful if you were as busy as we are," Arry groaned.

"Yeah," Bert agreed, "All you ever do is sit there and look pretty. At least Belle actually does some work around here."

Flynn just laughed, making Arry and Bert angrier still. Later at the diesel works they complained to Den and Dart.

"That Flynn thinks he's so special because all he does is fight fires," Arry said, "But we're the ones doing all of the real work."

"I'll say," Bert agreed, "Sir Topham Hatt has said that he sends lazy workers away, but yet he's still here. Kind of hypocritical if you ask me."

Den and Dart sighed. They were great friends with Flynn, and knew that he worked as hard as any of them.

"I'd watch what I say if I were you," Den said, "Otherwise it'll come back to haunt you."

"Karma works in mysterious ways," Dart added in. Arry and Bert just laughed.

It was later in the day. Engine drivers came in and out to have their engines examined as necessary. One of the workers was using some of the smelting equipment when his break came.

"Finally, a break," he said and left for lunch. However, he didn't notice that the equipment was still on.

Meanwhile Flynn was making sure his engine was in working order when the alarm rang and various other fire fighters arrived in the shed.

"What's going on?" Asked Flynn.

"Fire at the diesel works," said the fire chief, "Welding torch was left on, and it caught a small patch of oil and caught fire. We need to get there before the whole place is destroyed."

As soon as they were ready to go, Flynn drove his engine out of the shed and roared down the main line, sirens blaring. Within minutes the reached the diesel works. Smoke billowed out of the entrance, and all the workmen sat outside.

"We need to put this out immediately," said the fire chief.

"Wait!" Arry called out, "My brother's still in there! We were running out, and I thought he was right behind me! He could be hurt."

"I'll go in," Flynn said.

"Are you crazy? You'll be burnt to a crisp in there," Arry said incredulously.

"That is a risk that I'll have to take," Flynn said, "It's my duty to help those in need, and you can bet that's what I'll do."

Without another word he rushed into the building, keeping as low to the ground as he could.

"Bert! Are you in here? Bert!"

"Over here, mate," a voice called out weakily.

Flynn turned to see Bert sprawled out on the floor.

"I tripped on some metal on the way out," he explained, "I must have twisted my ankle."

"Don't worry, I'm going to get you out of here," Flynn said.

It took some effort, but he managed to get Bert onto his back and, quickly but carefully, exited the building. An ambulance was waiting outside to take Bert to the hospital. Sir Topham Hatt was there as well.

"Well done, Flynn!" he said, "Don't worry about that workmen. I've talked to him, and he's promised to be safer in the future."

Flynn just smiled wearily.

"Don't mention it, sir," he said, "I'm just doing my duty."

A week later Flynn was resting in the shed when Arry and Bert came up to him.

"I just wanted to say thanks for saving me," Bert said, "And that we're sorry for what we said. You really are a hero."

"Yeah, thanks mate," Arry agreed, "Don't know what I'd do without my brother."

"Don't mention it, fellas," Flynn said, "It's just what I do."

Although they never became friends. Arry and Bert now have a fond respect for Flynn and his job. I think that they've learned their lesson. Don't you?